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General Beige emerged from his tent, his eyes haunted by a grave realization, like a dark shadow had settled over his soul. The alpha's plan would lead to their downfall, a catastrophic fate that loomed like a stormy cloud on the horizon. He gazed upon the camp, where his men laughed and chatted, oblivious to the truth, their carefree voices a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him. Their next move would seal their fate, a fate that seemed as inevitable as the setting sun.